“Yes. I’ve always thought so! There isn’t anything greater in the world than love, is there?”
“No,” cried the boy grimly. “And if more people would only stop to realize it, this world would be a better place. Happier, anyhow!”
“It’s so good to get a fresh, virile, masculine viewpoint on so important a subject. Because it affects one’s life so vitally, doesn’t it?” sighed Carol.
“My God!” groaned Archibald Cuttner in his bedroom. Whereupon his wife curtly advised him that he was pulling the bedclothes all up at the bottom.
Carol went on:
“And we can’t see a problem in proper perspective when it’s up too close to our noses, now, can we?”
“Usually not,” agreed the boy.
“Do you know, Mr. Forge, I think we’re going to be awfully good friends. We understand each other so completely. And it’s such a relief for a girl to have a firm, true gentleman-friend to turn to—in such a vital matter as love and marriage.”
“I wish you could have read some of the stuff I’ve written,” observed Nathan. “You’d get my viewpoint exactly.”
“It must be very wonderful, Mr. Forge. You understand human nature so perfectly.”